...a Knocking At My Door...1:23 am

..thought I was dreaming, but the knock woke me up. I opened the door. Next door neighbor standing there with 37 cents and asking me for a cigarette. This has got to stop!!

Hey, I understand what it feels like when you NEED a cigarette and will do almost anything to have one. Though it never has got that bad for me, but I do know what it feels like. But when you knock on your neighbors apartment door..expect for all hell to be released upon thee.

I told building management about this situation in the past. They asked me his name, and I said, you're management, you KNOW his name already. They told me that they will handle it. Apparently not, or they did say something and this neighbor just doesn't care. He isn't the only one either.

I catch the 5:41 am bus to work. Guy comes 5 minutes before the bus arrives and always ask me for a smoke. Tells me on a Tuesday that he can't wait until Friday, payday so he can buy a pack. One time he actually said to me..when he asked for one, which I DID have one but wasn't giving him one...'I NEVER have any cigarettes.' Ever want to punch someone in the throat, to see what happens? He almost became my science experiment right then and there. On Friday, he wasn't at the bus stop. But, at the Bus Center, saw him in the store buy smokes. I ask where was he, he told me he got a ride into work. Did he offer me a cigarette after all that he has bummed from me in the past 5 weeks...NO!! So, this morning if he ask me for a cigarette, I'm going to read him the riot act.

Because I'm me...

Nope, not today...tomorrow.